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Relieved
of a full bladder by the old cottonwood tree, I headed across the field towards
the house, reliving Katie's gangbanging in the barn. I stopped off at the horse stall to take care of the animals,
watering them, feeding them and grooming them.
I didn't want another ass‑blistering like I got this morning and I
knew that I had better make time right now before going up to my room and doing
my homework.
Homework! Damn!
All my books and stuff were still in Sam's car! I contemplated my plight, maybe I could talk
Sam into bringing them over to me, but then I remembered he said something
about a church deal he was going to.
Maybe I could get Leanne to take me, but if Sam's gone, so will my
books. I decided my best and only hope
would be to catch Sam at home before he left for his church group.
Still
buzzing from the beer, I hurried across the tall grass to the stairs that led
up to the patio. "Look, Travis is
here! Hi Travis!" sang a female
voice I immediately recognized as my mom's voice.
There
laid out before me on their chase lounges by the pool were Leanne, Becky, Mom,
Becky's mom and Sam's mom. Every one of
them simmering in the sun from a generous coating of sun tan oil, and every one
of them stark naked! Except for Sam's
mom, I'd seen all of them nude before.
Indeed, except for Trisha, Sam's mom, I'd fucked them all several times
in the past few days.
"Travis,
come here and give your old mom a kiss," she said with a come hither
look. Mom was far from being old and
she looked even better. I sauntered
over and she gave me a very unmotherly kiss.
I took the opportunity to feel her up, all the while watching Trisha's
reaction out of the corner of my eye.
I
broke off the kiss. Mom exclaimed,
"You smell like horses and a girl's pussy! I don't mind girlie smell, darling, but please, go shower off the
horse smell."
I
made a break for the house, intending to call Sam before anything else delayed
me, but mom called out, "Where are you going? Use the outdoor shower.
That's what it's for. Now hurry
up! Trisha hasn't seen what a fine
young man you've become."
No
sense in arguing, besides arguing with either Mom or Dad was a sure way to get
punished, so I trudged off to the shower by the edge of the elevated
patio. I had stripped down and as I
stood upright after shucking my blue jeans, I felt a soft hand on my back.
Trisha
turned on the shower, and led me into the cold spray. Sam's mother was a full‑bodied woman, perhaps a bit pudgy
compared to either Mom, or Linda Tate or even Aunt Patty. I had plenty of
fantasies through the years of Aunt Patty and her big knockers, but prior to
yesterday I had never ever thought of my mom or Katie's mother, let alone Sam's
mother in a sexual way, but after screwing both Mom and Linda yesterday, and
the way Sam's mother now bathed me, the way she fondled me, the way she rubbed
her ample tits into my chest, she had me hard again in no time. I couldn't help but visualize Sam, at
church, while I was screwing his mother.
What would he say tomorrow when I told him? Should I tell him?... Why not?
Returning
the favor I felt Trisha up, playing with her tits, fingering her ass. I was ready to bend her over and fuck her,
but she suddenly broke from the shower with a giggle and ran back to her chase,
coyly covering her face as if she was somehow embarrassed by what we had been
doing in the shower.
I
didn't have a towel, so I returned to lineup of snatch‑on‑display
to drip dry. Trisha had already toweled
off most of the moisture and had returned to her reclined position, legs
slightly spread, her hairy coochie, oh so temping. I stood looking up and down the line, hard cock jutting,
comparing tits and nipples, hip sizes and pussies, as well as the mischievous
expressions on these women's faces. My
only real questions were which one would I fuck first and could I manage to
fuck all five of them?
"Isn't
he splendid, Trisha?" my mother asked her long time friend. "He's still growing, but doesn't he
have a nice shape?"
"If
he grows anymore, he'll be too big to handle."
"Oh,
I'm sure you'll be able to handle him dear.
Travis, go show Trisha how much you've grown."
I
stepped to the end of the line where Trisha lay and stood dumbly at the foot of
her chair.
"Come,
Travis my dear," Sam's mom said.
"Come closer."
I
took two steps so that my cock was inches from her head. Tenderly she stroked my rigid rod before the
licking began. The other four women
watched approvingly as Sam' mom, pulled back my foreskin and began polishing my
knob, Leanne and Becky sat together, whispering and giggling as I got a
blowjob.
Trisha's
lips let slip my dick, and she turned to Mom to say, "You so right
Roxanne. He does have a very nice
shape." Trisha then lay back,
leaving me to stand awkwardly wondering what to do with my hands.
Mom
stood and drew near to me saying, "Travis, dear. You are very good at
pleasing a woman. I know from first
hand experience. Tell me, darling,
whose pussy do you like the best?"
Uncle
Jake had prepared me well and I recognized this as a loaded question, one
fraught with dangers. Uncle Jake had
said, "When a woman asks you a question, such as do you like this, or do
you like that, or do you think I'm pretty, the correct answer is the answer
that she wants to hear. Save yourself a
whole lot of shit and grief, Trav my boy, and do yourself a favor. Tell her what she wants to hear, not what
you really think."
Now
if it were just me and Mom, I knew the correct answer was "Mom, I like
your pussy the best." But it
wasn't just Mom and me. I had Linda,
Becky and sister Leanne to contend with, as well as Trisha, even though I had
no real knowledge of the quality or character of her cunt.
I
tried what I considered to be a safe answer, "Uh, I like them all, "
a true statement, but one that didn't let me off the hook and I knew it.
However,
Mom provided me with an out, something Uncle Jake said I should pray for, but
never really expect. "You really
don't know anything about Trisha's pussy dear, so how can you say that you like
them all?" Before I found an
answer to that question, Mom grinned mischievously and said, "I know,
let's have a contest. You'll be the
judge, like at the county fair. Sample
each of us, then give us your decision."
Mom
had my dick in her hands, which for some reason had softened up. She slipped on a Velcro cock‑ring,
securing it firmly around the base of my balls and penis. I was still on the
hook, but I realized that she wasn't seriously trying to bust my balls, but
only looking for some licentious amusement.
Casting my eyes side to side, I tried to decide where to start.
"Start
with Trisha dear," said my mom and making that decision for me.
It
was a good starting place, especially considering that I was already
there. My fingers gently brushed
against and then toyed with her lips, lips that only a few minutes before were
wrapped around my cock. Looking up at
me in the eyes, her lips slightly parted, allowing my fingers to enter her
mouth. Her lips closed. Mimicking a blowjob, she gently sucked on my
fingers. My penis surged in response to the lewd sensations. It was so hard that it felt like it was
going to explode.
I
pulled my fingers from her lips with a soft smacking sound, then trailing her
saliva down her chin, neck, and upper chest I brushed my wet fingers across her
brown nipple, causing the erogenous tissue to react to my touch. As I toyed with her rubbery nip, I wondered
if she liked spanking as much as mom did, or did she'd enjoy a playful tweak of
her little nippies? With a hard pinch
between the fingers accompanied by a twist, she groaned and squirmed giving me
the answer to the latter question.
"Is
your pussy getting wet, Mrs. Holis?" I said as nastily as I could.
"Call
me Trisha for Pete's sake," she said hoarsely.
"Sorry
Mrs...I mean, Trisha. Is your pussy getting wet?" I wasn't nearly so forceful with my repeat.
She
dreamily looked up at me. "Why
don't find out for yourself, you beautiful mother‑fucker!"
The
affront "mother‑fucker" surprised me. Then I realized I was a mother‑fucker, and the name didn't
seem quite as disparaging.
"That's
right slut," I hissed. "I am
a mother‑fucker. You're my best
friend's mother, and I'm going to fuck you, Ma Holis."
"You're
a boastful boy," she replied huskily, thrusting her tits outwards,
"and until you prove otherwise, you're still a boy."
Oooooo! That stung!
I let go of her tit.
"Okay, let's get on with it, the judge is waiting. Now Ma Holis, show me your entry in the
"Best Pussy" contest."
She
hiked her hips and splayed her legs to either side of the chase, in a very
unmotherly manner.
"C'mon,
spread 'em wider for this mother‑fucker!
That's better, slut mama."
Out of the corner of my eye I watched my Mom, expecting a slap on the
face for being rude to her friend. But
neither she nor Trisha seemed to mind my chatter. Everyone appeared to be cool.
My
fingers trailed across her deep navel, and descended into her dark, tangled
bush. Raking my fingers through her
soft and springy pubes, I realized that as curly and thick as her hair was, it
wasn't tangled at all, the individual hairs uncoiling as they slid easily
between my fingers.
"Nice
pubes," I whispered. Mrs. Holis
smiled and moaned softly.
My
fingers danced further down to brush against the soft puffy flesh of her hairy
vulva. Digging deeper into her forest,
my fingers found her fur lined cleft, seeping with the moisture of her growing
arousal.
"I
can't see much," I playfully complained.
"Can you help me? Yes,
that's it, show me."
Sam's
mother had spread her pussy lips open for me.
The pink fleshly interior glimmered in the sunlight, revealing the
intricate folds of her labia, her hooded clit, as well as the entrance to her
vagina. For a full‑bodied woman,
she had some surprises, like the relatively small nipples of her more than
ample breasts. Her inner labia were
demure, almost like two creases rather than the huge flaps that my sister had.
Likewise, her clit wasn't prominent at all.
I judged her clit to be the smallest of all five women assembled.
My
index finger traced the demure folds of her sex and gently flicked the oval
bump that I knew to be where her clitoris was hiding. I played with her like that for a minute or so stirring the pot,
while she lewdly spread herself open for my inspection. She became noticeably wetter. Her aroma wafting to my nearby nose was rich
and heady. Suddenly, her clit emerged,
the white bundle of nerves protruding nearly half an inch. I realized that I was wrong about my initial
assessment of her clit, and I decided that in all fairness, that I needed to
perform more tests.
Trisha
moaned, "Oh gawd!" as the tip of my tongue evaluated the firmness of
her stiff nubbin. She cried,
"Yessssssssss," as the evaluation proceeded and I sucked her clit
between my lips. Letting go of her
outer lips, she grabbed my head, pressing my face into her sopping sex, her
fleshy pussy lips closing around my nose and mouth like a mask, her pubic hair
tickling my cheeks. She ground her hips into my face leaving me no choice but
to grind the flat of my tongue against her nubbin.
"Ohhhhhhhh,"
she moaned in approval, as I alternated sucking on the flesh of her pussy and
whipping that same flesh with my tongue.
Her hips thrust and bucked, causing my nose to flick across her clit
while I scoured out the tunnel of her fuck‑tube.
With
a loud swoosh, she sucked in her breath and began trembling violently, tearing
her well‑stimulated cunt away from my enthusiastic mouth. Kissing my way up her stomach, across her
navel, and across her boobs, I repositioned myself to fuck her.
"You've
got a nice pussy, Ma Holis," I whispered as I nibbled her diamond‑studded
ear lobe. "Ready for this mother‑fucker
to fuck you?"
She
hissed, "Mother‑fucker," and I thrust my hips forward, but
somehow missed the hole, sliding my cock along her slippery slit. She seemed to like that. I liked it too, so I continued for a minute
or so, just gliding up and down her cuntal sluice, rubbing her clit with my
dick until she began trembling again. The trembling became more pronounced like
she was jerking and I knew it was time.
Rotating my hips downward, I found the maw of her vagina and pressed
home, fucking the mother of my best friend.
I
began the venerable in‑and‑out.
Not slowly and not franticly either, but with a determined fucking
motion. She was surprisingly tight,
like Mom and Linda Tate, and not at all sloppy like I had imagined she would
be.
We
fucked for six or seven minutes before I withdrew without cumming. After all I had to pace myself; I had four
more pussies to sample and judge. It
was to be a difficult task, but somebody had to do it.
Before
climbing off of her, I whispered, "Nice pussy Mrs. Holis, very nice. I liked your pussy. I especially liked fucking your slut
pussy. Maybe we can do it again
sometimes."
She
replied, "Soon I hope."
"Has
Sam fucked you?"
"Good
gracious, no!"
"Will
Sam fuck you?"
"No,
I couldn't do that!"
"Sure
you can, and I'm sure Sam will enjoy it."
I
considered briefly asking her about Penny, but decided that it was probably
best if I remained moot on that subject.
Pushing
myself up I moved to the next contestant, Linda Tate, Katie and Becky's
mom. She was ready, spread out brazenly
for me. I knew from yesterday evening
that she liked sex on the rough side, so I simply mounted her and slammed my
cock into her, pumping her hard for three minutes to warm her up before pulling
off to suck her cunt into my mouth.
Katie
had a cunt much like her mother did and burrowing into Linda's snatch, I
couldn't help but think that if I had only experienced Katie's and her mother's
pussies, I would have concluded that all pussies were exactly the same. I mean, exactly how many times do you have
to suck on a pussy lip before you know exactly how much flesh is there? Leanne had pussy lips galore, Trisha hardly
had any at all, Mom had a little more in the inner lip department than either
Katie or Linda, but a lot less than Leanne did. Katie and her mom had similar
clits too, generous but not huge like Leanne's, more like Mom's except Mom's
was longer, like Linda's, only thicker.
While
slobbering all over Linda Tate's genitalia, I tried to compare Linda to her
other daughter, Becky. I had fucked
Becky at the pool party, at least twice.
Unfortunately I was too drunk to appreciate it fully, remembering only
that I had a hell of a lot of fun fucking her.
As to the subtleties of Becky's cunt, I didn't have a clue.
Linda
began bucking her pulsating cunt into my face and I knew that she was
cumming. I also realized that I had
been so distracted trying to remember the topography of Becky's pussy that I
was failing miserably as an impartial judge.
Just to be sure that I was giving her a fair chance, I slid up Linda's torso
and slid back into her sopping cunt. As
soon as I did, I remembered something special about Becky, something special
that she shared with her mother, the way their pussies contracted around my
dick in a rippling motion. Katie didn't
do that, Mom didn't do that, Leanne didn't do that, nor did Trisha. Was this learned or was this something Linda
passed on to Becky through her genes, genes that somehow Katie got short‑changed
on?
I
concentrated hard on the other attributes of her pussy. Katie was noticeably firmer and tighter;
then again Katie hadn't been fucking for decades either. Linda seemed just a little drier too, not
nearly as juicy as Katie or Trisha.
However, the slight dryness, cancelled out the relative looseness,
providing for a very pleasurable level of friction.
Due
to an impending orgasm I was forced to end my evaluation. I struggled mightily to stop and managed to
save myself for the next cunt, my mother's cunt. I instructed her to get on her hands and knees, so that I could
fuck her from behind while I stood up.
Mom complied and when I popped her on the butt, she got pissed.
I
thought that she'd like it. Indeed as
much as mom liked a spanking, that was but a single facet of her
sexuality. Mom liked to be spanked by
Dad, Uncle Jake, or Gib Tate. When I
tried it she growled that that was no way for a son to treat his mother. I later learned that it was a dominance
thing, she liked to be dominated by certain men, but when it came to her cub,
she was the dominant one.
She
ordered me to lie on my back, and no sooner was I in position, she was on top
fucking me. Not that I minded, it was a
pleasant break from the last two fucks in a missionary, plus it provided plenty
of opportunities for my hands, now that they weren't engaged in just keeping my
weight off my partner. I just love to
look down my torso and watch my cock sliding in and out an eager pussy. That it was my mama's pussy was even
better. Mom rode me slightly bent
forward, making her tits easily available.
But more than that, it increased the friction of her clit against the
topside of my swollen stalk. The way she was positioned and the way she had
shaved, I could clearly see my mama's pussy lips spread around my cock and at
the nexus of her folds, my mama's clit protruding ever so slightly, rotating
back and forth as she fucked herself on her son's cock.
Mom
worked feverishly to bring herself off and wasted no time in achieving
orgasm. Still she pounded my cock
unrelentingly. Her hair flew around
wildly as she swung her head side‑to‑side in her frenzy of
incestuous lust. I felt my balls begin
boiling and the pressure began to build.
I needed to stop the stimulation to my cock, but Mom was having none of it. What's a boy to do when his mother is in
control? I squeezed my buttocks like
Uncle Jake told me to do, but it was no use.
There was no holding back.
With
a cry, "Arrrrgggghhhhhh!" my first bolt of cum shot into my mother's
pussy. "Ahhhhhhhhh" I grunted
as a second wad ejected from my dick into her insatiable, cock hungry
snatch. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I
moaned in delicious agony as my prostate spasmed for the third time. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" I whimpered as the
fourth wave of tingling sensations radiated from my groin. The fifth and sixth spasms just felt plain
good.
Basking
in the afterglow of a great cum, I was only dimly aware that Mom had moved off
of me. Suddenly, it grew darker. I opened my eyes, just in time to see Mom's
dripping snatch descend onto my face. Lewdly she ground her pussy into me, her
lips spreading open against my face, my
cum seeping from her freshly fucked cunthole.
I licked as best I could, but she was in total control.
I
felt someone grab my cock. I was
surprised, but I was still hard, very hard, even after cumming hard. As I felt the cunt slide over my cock, I
discovered just what a cock ring can do for a guy. Normally I'd wilt for several minutes at the minimum before being
able to get it up again. This time, I
stayed hard.
After
several minutes of being fucked by the unknown snatch, I felt the rippling of
her cunt muscles gripping my dick. It
was Becky's pussy! But then again it
could be her mother. As Becky (or
Linda) pounded my poor dick, and with Mom all but blindfolding me with her
pussy lips, I gained an appreciation of what Katie had gone through earlier in
the afternoon, being stuffed with dick after dick after dick and not knowing
who they belonged to. I also gained a
small appreciation of what it's like to be gang banged.
The
cunt convulsed, the walls contracting tightly around my poor peter. Whoever it was had gotten what they were
after. Suddenly my eyes were blinded by
the glare of the late afternoon sun just as my dick was released from its
velvety prison. Mom swung her body off
of my head. I caught a brief glimpse of
a very satisfied looking Becky, before she rotated around, putting her wet pussy
in my face and sucking down on my still stiff rod. A gentle blowjob was just what I need after the rough fucking Mom
and Becky had just given me.
Becky
licked my dick, licked my balls and gently nibbled and sucked on my cock, a
cock that was noticeably beginning to get a little sore.
Sucking
on her inner lips, I determined that Becky had better developed, or rather
thicker lips than either her mother or her sister. I also discovered that she had a slightly larger clit than either
Linda or Katie. From her taste, I also
knew that someone had very recently fucked her, but just who fucked her was a
mystery. Eagerly I slurped at the
slightly pungent mixture of fresh pussy juice and old cum.
Sucking
at her pussy, I reached around and grabbed her firm buttocks, driving a thumb
deep in her crack and into her asshole, a hangnail tearing into her.
"Ouch!"
she yelped, pulling off and away from me.
"Hey! That hurt!"
"Sorry,"
I said meekly. "I thought you
liked that sort of thing."
"I
do, Travis, but please, you cut me!
Jeez! Check those fingernails
first! That hurt!"
I
felt really small having hurt her.
After all, she was looking for some fun, and I managed to slice the rim
of her butthole. It'd be days before
she could shit in comfort and it'd be days before she could take a dick up her
ass.
Becky
asked her mama, "Look at it for me Mama.
Is it bad?"
Becky
bent over and spread her ass checks for inspection. Linda carefully looked for damage, then bent forward and kissed
her daughter's anus.
"Oh,
Mama," whispered Becky as her mama's tongue licked and probed her ass.
Linda
pulled back and announced, "I don't see any real problems. You should be fine." Linda's head moved forward and she returned
to rimming her daughter. Becky pushed
back against the probing tongue, rotating her ass in her mother's face.
Leanne
looked at me smiling. "What about
me? Did you forget about me,
Squirt?"
"Uh,
heck no, Sis."
"Then
is it my turn?"
"Yeah,
you bet."
Moving
over to my sister's chase lounge, I stood at the foot, studying her naked body
gleaming in the sun. Her green eyes
flashed a beguiling smile as I studied her tits, the best tits I had ever seen,
magnificent orbs, perfect in every way with thick nipples capping her large,
dark aureoles. But then again I hadn't
seen Aunt Patti's tits in the raw yet, and she had a pair too. Somehow I knew that very soon I would have a
wallow in Aunt Patti's knockers, plus an inaugural trip for my dick up her
snatch, but for now, Leanne absolutely had the best tits in the world.
My
eyes trailed down to her thin waist and her deep sexy navel, past down to her
delectable pussy that I had come to love so much. She was freshly shaved, not a trace of hair anywhere around her
pussy, the cleft of her sex climbed from between her legs, begging me to follow
them into paradise. Then I saw it, the
little string hanging out of her pussy.
"What's
that?"
Leanne
blushed, which confused me. "I
started my period, Squirt."
"Oh? So what's with the string?"
"Don't
you know anything?" she said with sisterly arrogance.
"What? I'm just asking!"
"It's
a tampon." She reached down
between her legs and pulled the string, pulling the red soaked tampon from her
pussy. "See. I'm menstruating."
My
eyes must have gotten as big as saucers.
I'd heard of girls being on the rag and all, and had seen tampons in the
bathroom, but never really connected the two.
"Look,
Squirt, you don't have to do me too. I
understand."
"Hell,
why not?" I replied raking my fingers up her slit. "It's okay isn't it?"
"Yeah,
it's just..."
"Just
what?"
"Nothing,
just keep doing what you're doing. Oh
yeah, that feels good, Travis, really good."
I
fingered my sister's pussy for a few minutes, gliding around her growing clit,
slipping up into her vagina and that sort of thing. I pulled away and looked at my hand, expecting to see blood. The fluid was reddish alright, but very
transparent, and not at all what I expected.
"It
doesn't smell bad?" asked Leanne defensively as I sniffed at her menstrual
juices.
"No." I took a lick. "Tastes okay too.
It's different. A little
metallic maybe, but nothing bad."
I glanced around to see the other four women watching me. Trisha and Becky had looks of disbelief
written across their face. Mom and
Linda cut each other a look.
Leanne's
big clit was poking through her outer lips.
I had to lick that pleasure bud. I announced, "It's your turn
Sis. Spread'em, slut."
She
must've thought that I was just going to fuck her, because I watched her eyes
bug out as I went down on her.
Immediately I sucked her swollen clit between my lips, doing my best to
give her what can only be accurately described as a blowjob, only it was a very
big clit I was sucking, my sister's clit.
She squealed and squirmed as I began my oral assault on her pussy.
With
my arms wrapped around her thighs to spread her out wider, I lifted her butt
off the cushion. Releasing her clit, I
licked her with the broad flat of my tongue, up her seeping slit, from her anus
back up to her clit. I submerged my
face in Leanne's swampy cunt, lost in a libidinous state of sexual
excitement. I loved it! I guess what I was doing was pretty nasty
because I heard Trisha gasp "Oh, my god!"
My
mom chimed in, "Oh my! We're some
lucky girls. Only Bill has ever done
that to me!"
I
was proud that I was mimicking my old man, doing what he did, without ever
knowing that he did it.
"I
didn't know Bill did that sort of thing," remarked Linda.
"Oh,
yes, but only when I ask him to do it.
Travis seems to be...wallowing in it."
I
still hadn't lost my hard‑on due to the constricting cock‑strap,
and as I feasted on my sister's menstruating pussy, my dick seemed to get even
harder. It felt as if my bulging glans
was about to explode. As much as I
wanted just to eat her out, I was desperately in need of relieving the
hydraulic pressure that was still building in my cock. I had a choice, rip the cock‑strap off
or simply fuck her. Actually I never
considered removing the cock‑ring and instead broke off cunnilingus and
mounted her.
I
was surprisingly in control of my self, considering the state of mind I was in,
and fucked her gently to great effect.
"God
Travis, you're big," she hoarsely whispered as I sawed into her just
so. I worked over her g‑spot with
the bulging head of my penis for several strokes, then plunged into her swampy
depths to grind my pubes against her clit, then back to the shallow stroking of
her now prominent bulge on the fore wall of her wonderfully gripping cunt
tunnel. I liked it best when I was
planted fully in her pussy, her pussy pulsating with an irregular beat,
constricting around my entire cock as I ground into her. But this wasn't all about me, it was about
giving my sister the kind of fucking she loved and deserved. Besides shallow thrusting felt mighty fine
to me anyway.
Arching
her back off the chase, she bit into my shoulder as she came, a low guttural
growl rumbling from deep within her throat, her hips punching upward to take in
as much cock as I could supply her.
For nearly a full minute she strained as the orgasm tore through
her. When it eased, she collapsed back
onto the chase where I once again began rubbing her 'g' with the swollen head
of my dick. After three or four full
sets, she arched her back again and bit deeper into my shoulder. It was like snapping turtle had gotten hold
of me. Fortunately I didn't have to
wait for lightening for her to let go of me. By that time though, my shoulder
was numb, so I pushed her button again and again and again, like some stupid
lab monkey pushing a lever to get a treat.
My
poor balls had been completely drained after a long afternoon of lustful play,
and I was still nowhere near to cumming.
I desperately wanted to cum in my sister, if for no other reason than to
be able to suck it all out along with her menstrual discharge, for a nasty
snack.
Mom
came to the aid of her laboring children.
"You're killing her, Travis."
"I'm
almost there," I grunted.
"You
need a little help?"
"Anything."
I
felt Mom's finger worm into my ass to diddle my prostate. A minute or so she had me cumming, but
cumming nearly dry. With jerky motions
like I'd been attached to a 110‑volt wall outlet, my final orgasm shot
through me. Drained, I collapsed on top
of Leanne, my still hard cock buried in her quaking pussy.
Mom
and Linda managed to pull me off and out.
Mercifully Mom released the constricting cock‑ring allowing the
old spent blood trapped in my erectile tissues to drain away, the purplish
color of my cock faded to my normal pinkish brown.
Leanne
and I eventually regained our senses.
The ladies were all gathered around, watching us, talking amongst
themselves in low hushed tones. Mom stroked my hair and declared, "Travis,
that was truly impressive. I'm sure
these ladies will be quite satisfied with the quality of service you can
provide us all. Now that you've sampled
us all, tell us, whose pussy is the best?"
Without
thinking I blurted, "Leanne!
Leanne has the best pus..."
My words trailed off as I realized what I had just done. I tried to recover, but the scowling look on
those women's faces made me realize I'd better just run for it. I tried to bolt, but eight hands had
me. I was lucky they only threw me into
the pool rather than rip me apart.
To be continued...
Editor's Note: There were some issues with the ASSTR Form-Mail system that I didn't figure out until June 27. My apologies to all who may have sent in a comment for Chapters 1 through 4 before that date...regretfully I didn't receive any of them.
Thanks...Art